Kendrick's POV
The sound of my phone buzzing was the only thing I could hear after hours of silence.
I didn't even look up at first. I was buried in so much work, I had so many plans to review and sign, all the tedious things that came with holding the company steady.
But the second I saw the name flashing across the screen, my lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
"Speak," I said coolly, sliding the call to my ear.
The person calling was the Black family's butler. Grandpa has been away for a reunion with his friends.
So, the butler must have something urgent that he needed to report.
"Sir…" The voice on the other end was shaky and nervous.
"It's about Lady Celeste… she.. she was pushed down the staircase by Madam Sameen." he reported while stuttering.
When he was done talking, the line went silent, like he was waiting for me to say something.
Then I leaned back in my chair and let out a laugh.
Not a shocked one or even a furious one.
